#because this was So Fun

[tardis--dreams]

Me: man that concert was Amazing. Now let's try to catch up with some work :)

My brain, without interruption for the past 48 hours: *Pourquoi tu gâches ta vie? Pourquoi tu gâches ta vie? Pourquoi tu gâches ta vie? Danse danse danse, elle me dit danse. Pourquoi tu gâches ta vie? Pourquoi tu gâches ta vie? Pourquoi tu gâches ta vie? Danse danse danse, elle me dit danse!*

[andiwriteordie]

hey remember when i wrote a byler percy jackson au and said i had other little snippets i’d share eventually?

no? well, here are the links:

Part One - I Dream About My Best Friend

Part Two - I Have An Audience With the God of Love 

anyways, here’s the last one that’s been chilling on my google docs! who knows. i may go back and write some more (because literally there are so many percabeth scenes that i would love to write as byler) whenever i feel like it! or maybe i’ll just word vomit all my headcanons onto a google doc and share that with you if i get bored lol

this is based of the final scene of the titan’s curse, in case you were wondering :) 

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The Gods Throw Us a Party

Mike feels like he’s been punched in the gut.

I do not approve of your friendship with my son, Athena had said, amongst a lot of other things that Mike can’t even begin to wrap his brain around. I do not think it is wise for either of you.

“Hey.” Will nudges him, and Mike flinches slightly, glancing over at his best friend. There’s a small, somewhat shy smile on his face. “You sure you’re okay?” 

Not really.

“Y-yeah, of course,” Mike says, forcing a smile. Will just raises a disbelieving eyebrow, and Mike rolls his eyes, nudging his best friend lightly. “I’m fine. Just… got a lot on my mind, I guess.”

“Surprising,” Will says dryly. “And here I thought all you had in your brain was seaweed.” 

“Asshole.” Mike nudges him sharply in the ribs, and Will just laughs, throwing his head back and smiling brightly. It’s enough to make Mike’s stomach do a little somersault, which is… definitely weird. “I don’t know how I even missed you.”

There’s a sparkle in Will’s eyes as he turns to Mike and just smiles. “You missed me?” he asks, voice soft.

A familiar sort of warmth fills Mike’s chest, and his stomach does that silly little somersault thing again. “Yeah,” he says softly, and he offers Will a small, shy smile. “‘Course I did.”

Mike doesn’t, of course, mention the fact that he was worried sick about Will—that the entire time Will was gone, he couldn’t stop thinking about him and couldn’t stop wondering if Will was okay and couldn’t stop trying to figure out ways to find Will. But then again, Mike gets the feeling that he doesn’t really need to say those things… After all, it’s Will.

And just like how Mike knows that he would do absolutely anything in the world to make sure that Will is okay and safe, he knows that Will would do the same for him.

I do not approve of your friendship with my son. I do not think it is wise for either of you. Athena’s words echo through Mike’s mind once more, and he forces himself not to think about them. If caring too much about his friends—about Will—is supposed to be a flaw, then… well, then, Mike doesn’t really give a damn. There are only so many things that he’s willing to give up in the world in the name of this stupid saving the world and being the child of the prophecy bullshit, and look… his friends and Will in particular aren’t one of them. 

Will just smiles back at him, his cheeks slightly red, and he bumps Mike’s shoulder gently. “Thanks for coming and finding me,” he whispers, as if there’s any world where Mike wouldn’t have searched for Will until he was found. As if there’s any world out there where Mike wouldn’t do everything humanly possible to make sure that Will is safe and home where he belongs with…

…with Mike.

I do not approve of your friendship with my son. 

There’s like a hundred different things that Mike wants to say to Will—things that he’s been wanting to say for… for a while now and things that he can’t even fully wrap his mind around. But Athena’s words just keep playing like a broken record on loop in Mike’s mind, and he feels like all of the courage has been sapped out of him.

There are so many different things he knows he should say to Will, and maybe… maybe someday, he will. 

“Of course,” Mike responds, and he leans in close to Will, smiling slightly. “I know you’d do the same before me.”

The look on Will’s face softens, and he nods, just standing there close to Mike. The room is still loud and full of energy, but somewhere above the noise, Mike hears the song change once again, going from some upbeat pop song that Dustin would probably like to one that’s a bit softer and slower.

“Hey,” Mike blurts out, before he can lose any more of his courage.

Will blinks, and his brow furrows. “Yeah?”

“I, um… I think I owe you a dance,” Mike says quickly. Heat rises to his cheeks, and fuck, okay, okay, he can do this. It’s just a dance, and it’s just Will. It’s just Will.

(For some reason, Mike has a little flashback to his conversation with Aphrodite, from just a couple days ago, and um… yeah. Yeah, there’s that.)

“It’s just, um… we got cut off at Westover Hall,” Mike adds, stammering over his words. “Before everything happened, you know? So, I… I just thought that maybe we could… I don’t know… um, I guess—”

“Mike,” Will laughs, and Mike stops, closing his mouth and mentally berating himself for how stupid he sounds. Still, there’s a twinkle in Will’s eyes and a smile on his face, and even though Mike knows he sounds like an idiot, Will still takes his hand. “A dance sounds nice.”

(Okay. Okay, great. Okay. He can do this. Mike can do this.)

“Cool,” Mike says, a bit breathlessly, and he smiles back at his best friend.

“Cool,” Will echoes as the two of them make their way out onto the dance floor. Just like before, Mike awkwardly puts his hands around Will’s waist, while Will puts his arms around Mike’s neck, and the two of them sway back and forth in time with the music. 

Neither of them say much, which is kind of nice. It feels like this moment is just for the two of them, and though Mike’s heart is pounding inside his chest, he forces himself to just breathe and to focus on this moment… to focus on Will.

Up close, Mike can really get a better look at his best friend. He’s bounced back fairly well—or as well as one can after being held hostage for about a week—but there are still bags under his eyes and a tiredness on his face that Mike’s sure won’t go away for a while. Likewise, there’s a cut on his forehead that’s still healing and a few bruises that are still fading on his face. 

Most noticeable, though, is the single gray streak through Will’s brown hair—the one that matches Mike’s own perfectly. Their twin, painful souvenirs from carrying Atlas’s burden.

“We match,” Will murmurs, as if he can somehow read Mike’s mind. He hesitates for a moment, then reaches up and gently touches Mike’s own gray streak. 

“Yeah,” Mike whispers back, and he gives Will another small, shy smile. “We do.”

Will just smiles in return, and he lowers his hand from Mike’s hair once more, swaying back and forth gently to the song. Neither one of them says anything else, but Mike doesn’t really think they need to. Somehow, he gets the feeling that both he and Will are on the same page, together in this moment.

And so, as the song continues to play, Mike just lets himself get lost in this moment. He sets aside everything else that’s on his mind—from the prophecy that lingers over his head, to whether Henry is still alive and still out there, to Athena’s warnings to him—and he just focuses on everything about this moment.

The warmth of the lights on his skin, filling Mike with a sense of security and comfort.

The sound of his friends’ laughter—Dustin, over there with some nymphs and Lucas and Max laughing together as they share their own slow dance.

The song, soft and slow and a bit hopeful, that Mike hears, and the words that he tries to commit to his memory: Just like the ocean pairs well with the sand, I go with you…

And everything about Will—from the soft nervousness of his smile, to the warmth radiating from him as he hugs Mike closer, to the sheer sense of familiarity that comes with being around Will, as if he’s just someone who has always been there with Mike and part of his life.

Somewhere, distantly, a thought crosses Mike’s mind, and though his cheeks go warm at just that thought, he doesn’t let himself dwell on it too much.

Right here, right now, this is enough.

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[brainrotcharacters]

When irl pisses me off, I rewatch the Honda Odyssey scene to relax

[forgetbeam]

why do i keep seeing whole videos on advice for artfight from “veterans” or whatever. here’s all the advice you need:

you don’t need to draw every day

you don’t need to fully render every drawing, sketches still count and the person receiving it will still love it

you don’t need a fully polished ref sheet for every single character, having a basic one or even just a colour palette along with whatever other art you’ve done works fine in most cases

you don’t need to draw a fully rendered piece every single day do not burn yourself out or injure yourself for funny little internet points good lord

boom done there’s your 15 minute video

[doctorsiren]

Gravity Falls AU where everything is exactly the same except Bill’s parents are alive and well, and they’re just so proud of their chaotic dream demon son

[mroddmod]

they are like puppies. 2 me

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[boybecoming]

an ode to testosterone weight gain

[artkaninchenbau]

Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)

It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.

Bonus:

[anna-scribbles]

adrien in my outfit from a few days ago✨ feat. my claws out converse

bonus:

[notherpuppet]

Morning After

Part 1/4

Part 2

Previous Chapter: “Let’s Dance”

[bakedbeanchan]

AU where the timeline gets reset but Zuko still has all his memories. Now in comic form

The backstory for this drawing

[miscellaneousrenaissant]

[chimchiri]

gideon & harrow OR rd and sf as cowboys please please please

It's the cowgirl necro and her gunslinger cav! Who is so damn extra she's got three guns: one left, one right, and one in pole position! (She swears the ladies love it!)

[loveyourhate]

Dogged Love